Kaisel
Haters on my back like a backpack
This is not his first time being dragged behind a determined blonde hellbent on mayhem, but there is a distinct lack of clothes and an addition of fire that makes the parallels pull up short. Just as before though, he does his best to keep up, riding the edge of a laugh as he trails after the bounce of her tail. "I bet!" he calls back cheerfully, the grin on his face fully on display as they march towards more open skies. "If I could turn into a dragon I dunno if I'd ever turn back," he admits a bit wistfully behind her, like it's a thought he's considered. Maybe he'd miss a comfy bed and thumbs too much, but flying and fire breathing seem like a fine enough trade off.
The air outside is crisper than when he left it, a sure sign of the night deepening, time little more than a distant thought behind the doors of the magic rooms. He breathes it in deep, holding onto the chilly sting of it as she zips ahead. It all rushes out with a chuckle though at her safe phrase of choice, not surprising in the least. "Will do priestess!" he yells back, his voice falling short right after as her tiny form becomes something incredibly imposing, as if this is the true shape of her personality on display.
His eyes widen as he takes her in, mouth falling slack with some disbelief, never having stood so close to a dragon before. "Oh fuck Charlie," the words drag out on a whistling breath of approval, hands sweeping his hair back and holding it firm against his head as his gaze coasts from snout to tail in stark appreciation. Slowly he starts to approach, glancing up at the slope of the wings as he steps under their curve, a hand lifted to tentatively press against the sheet of scales by her front leg. "You've got major final boss energy right now," he manages to say after collecting his jaw and melted brain.
Seeing her, touching her, that would have been cool enough, but she had offered a ride. "Ok ok, how do I get on!?" his excitement is giddy, awe yielding to the energy of riding a mother fucking dragon. He reaches up towards her leg and practices a little hop, but just kinda flops into her like a pathetic chest bump execution.
The air outside is crisper than when he left it, a sure sign of the night deepening, time little more than a distant thought behind the doors of the magic rooms. He breathes it in deep, holding onto the chilly sting of it as she zips ahead. It all rushes out with a chuckle though at her safe phrase of choice, not surprising in the least. "Will do priestess!" he yells back, his voice falling short right after as her tiny form becomes something incredibly imposing, as if this is the true shape of her personality on display.
His eyes widen as he takes her in, mouth falling slack with some disbelief, never having stood so close to a dragon before. "Oh fuck Charlie," the words drag out on a whistling breath of approval, hands sweeping his hair back and holding it firm against his head as his gaze coasts from snout to tail in stark appreciation. Slowly he starts to approach, glancing up at the slope of the wings as he steps under their curve, a hand lifted to tentatively press against the sheet of scales by her front leg. "You've got major final boss energy right now," he manages to say after collecting his jaw and melted brain.
Seeing her, touching her, that would have been cool enough, but she had offered a ride. "Ok ok, how do I get on!?" his excitement is giddy, awe yielding to the energy of riding a mother fucking dragon. He reaches up towards her leg and practices a little hop, but just kinda flops into her like a pathetic chest bump execution.
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
